Uncle Buddy is my mother's brother and was the only son in his family for a very long time; in fact, I'm older than my youngest uncle, Eddie, but that's another story. This one is about the man who expects to have a pot of coffee on when he comes to visit, the man who always seems to be on a road trip, the man who has a Biblical reference for most situations in life. Uncle Buddy says not to think about the weather - that the effects of heat and cold are both in your head and you make yourself suffer unnecessarily when you ponder the ways of Mother Nature. I reckon he's right. (I wasn't whining much at the football game the other day until I found out it was 98 degrees.) UncaBud is also my genealogy resource on the Robinson side of the family. After Ma passed he told me that he never was one for verbally expressing love,but that he thought it was time to start. Now, he ends our phone conversations with "I love you". I reckon he always did.
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